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An extremely touching article!

Please don’t feed wild racoons! It artificially increases the carrying capacity of developed areas so that their populations become more concentrated, leading to expedited outbreaks of disease, especially rabies. We don’t have the forests any more to support higher populations, and its honestly unfair to the animals to provide a food source but no place to live. Never feed wild animals.

I have two questions about Nimbus Kitty.

Does she walk and sit on your keyboards while you are trying to get work done?

Does she ever give you advance weather warnings? My cat has a built in barometer . He slinks into the closet about 30 minutes before thunderstorms hit.

I find your work very interesting!

Thank you!

Thank you for sharing a post, nice to read it, good work keep going

I’ve bought sawn cedar from Colleen for many years, both 1x6 and 8x8, and never been disappointed. In fact she has always gone out of her way to not only make sure I’m happy with what I have purchased, but to also appreciate me as a customer. Even it there is five years between our calls, she remembers me and what I bought. She is a gem. I hope the business and the “boss” are around for a long time to come.

Coleen and the Goodridge family are gems and what the forest products industry in the northeast is all about.  They make fantastic cedar products and are a pleasure to work with.  Keep up the great work!

I usually don’t see Morning Doves until the spring. However, this winter I’ve see seveal in my yard and on high wires while driving in my car. Where do they roost during the cold weather at night if they don’t migrate?

I will have to learn what our practices are here in Connecticut. Thank you for this article.

I’m curious about the nutritional profile of raw pollen as I’ve read that bee(collected) pollen is not very bio-available until fermented in the hive.
Any thoughts, ideas or suggestions are appreciated!
Thanks for the fun foraging tips!

Just discovered this as I was moseying through the Internet looking up old friends.  Peter has had a rich, interesting life, and it’s been a pleasure to know him for more than 50 years.  I loved reading about his trip as a 13 year old.  I’d never heard about that.

Interesting thought that community support for conservation can be tied into communicating the monetization of benefits received by conserving land. With a loosely organized group of local landowners trying to engage a generally uninterested community in joining efforts to conserve adjoining tracts of forest and farmland, I wonder if a key aspect might be to put a dollar value on conserving these parcels.  I don’t know how to calculate or measure this; perhaps that’s why it is such a challenge.

It is mid January in NH. In the past 2 weeks I have heard bluebirds in the forest behind my house. I thought bluebirds migrated south and was surprised they were visiting me. Your article was extremely helpful explaining about their extended winter and now likely year long range. On this snow covered day I can go find some raisins and cranberries for a nice winter’s treat. Thanks!

I remember Bill when he had a place up on Cherry Mtn Rd. True artisan and good man.

What a wonderful piece. Thank you for putting together all this info. Much I knew but I love it being tied together.

Great article…..how do I reach Bill if interested in his snowshoes?

Wonderful story, and a meaningful reminder that fur only belongs to those born with it.

What a fascinating article! These articles never disappoint. I always come away with new information and a deeper appreciation.

Thinking more about this article and thought I’d share my experience.  After reading Sy Montgomery’s ” Spirit of the Tiger”, when I describe passages of the book that I found frightening, my air still stands on end even years later!  Makes me wonder now when I walk in the woods at night and my hairs stand up for no reason I can see or hear….hmmm.

This is so interesting, especially Ian Baker’s studies.  Thank you.

One day last week at around lunch time I began hearing a noisy scrabbling on the rough pine siding of the house just outside the bathroom near the bird feeder there.  I went to have a look and saw an American marten chasing a gray squirrel up the side of the house and down again.  I called for Eileen.  She and I watched together from the kitchen window as the marten—who looked no bigger than the squirrel, though he was surely heavier—chased after him, catching him and then losing hold.  Up the house and down, leaping into the snow and then back up the side of the house.  He was very fast.  At one point the marten caught sight us watching and paused half a second to take us in. Ten seconds later he had the struggling squirrel on the ground, straddling him, teeth in his neck.  He dragged the squirrel across the driveway and around the woodpile beside garage. 

I went out and followed him.  A marten has big feet for his size, big as a half dollar, though the males weigh no more than three pounds.  He dragged the squirrel some distance, leaving blood in the shallow snow, well up into the woods far behind the house into an area where there are so many spruce blowdowns that it became too tangled and thick with spiky deadwood for me to follow.  That’s the kind of cover they like, where they’re protected.  It’s a pleasure to know there’s one on the land.